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Flowers for a Weed	By : ArcadiaEclipse Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 5296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I make no money from my writing.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
Warnings: Yaoi (RussiaxAmerica), Het (BelarusxRussia) extreme angst, language, violence, hurt/comfort and explicit sexual depictions ahead. This fanfic is intended for adult readers only.

Author’s Note: Although AB negative is one of the rarest blood types, blood type O is extremely common and works as a universal donor for transfusions. I am choosing to blatantly disregard this fact in my fanfiction for the sake of plot. If this bothers you, please do not read the story.



~ * ~ Flowers for a Weed ~ * ~

Chapter Nine

By ArcadiaEclipse

                For eighteen long hours I remained seated in the lobby of the local hospital’s Intensive Care Unit, utterly exhausted but unable to rest until I knew the true extent of Alfred’s injuries. My lover was unconscious and barely clinging to life when the paramedics scooped him up off of the diner floor and rushed the pale blonde in for emergency care. Although I suspected that my young lover wasn’t even aware of my presence, that fact did not deter me from holding the American’s hand while the ambulance sped to the hospital and both paramedics inside struggled to keep Alfred’s bleeding in check.

                Eighteen hours and never once had anyone allowed me to see him or come to tell me that Alfred was either stable or had passed away in the night. Truthfully, I was growing strung out on coffee and lack of sleep, nearly on the verge of grabbing the next doctor that walked through the swinging double doors and shaking some information out of him, but a hand on my shoulder startled me out of a worried daze and I regarded the surgeon with an expression of mixed dread and hope.

                “Your friend is alive, Mr. Braginski, but just barely. Unfortunately, Alfred has lost a very large quantity of blood and we simply do not have supplies on hand to accommodate him. I have had the nurse make calls to any hospital within a hundred miles that might be able to supply us with more donor blood but I worry that Mr. Jones might not survive the trip to a new hospital or the time that it would take to bring the blood packs here.”

                “You…You’re joking, right? Take mine! I’ll donate, damn it!”

                “Alfred has a very rare blood type, Mr. Braginski. Only three percent of people in the world are AB negative. Are you a match?”

                My heart sank and as the weight of Alfred’s predicament washed over me I found myself feeling even more helpless than when I clutched him against me on the floor of the diner as he bled out.

                “If I can find someone…will he live?”

                “He has lost a large amount of blood, Mr. Braginski, and we’ve already exhausted our supplies of compatible donor blood. I expect that if he does not receive a transfusion in the next hour or two he will either die or suffer from irreparable damage. The heart and brain cannot survive for very long without blood.”

                Panic quickly set in, but as I leapt to my feet and grabbed my jacket the doctor could only watch me run from his company while yelling over my shoulder to prep Alfred for the transfusion. That I WOULD find someone compatible, whatever the cost may be.

                The taxi ride back to the delegate conference center was sheer torture but I resisted the urge to grab the wheel myself and attempt all manner of illegality in hopes of getting us there faster somehow. Fifteen minutes felt like an hour, and upon barging into the delegate conference room I garnered more than just a few stares in my unkempt state, gasping from having run up eleven flights of stairs just to reach them as quickly as possible. Not everyone was in attendance today, notably the Middle Eastern nations were either absent by choice or else detained while an investigation was conducted. The others, East and West alike, rose from their chairs to wait for my update on Alfred’s present state.

                “He’s going to die,” I panted, clutching the doorframe to keep my exhausted body upright. “Alfred needs a blood donor right now or he’s not going to make it. Is anyone AB negative?”

                Whispers amongst the other nations infuriated me more than anything else, but as I grit my teeth and looked over each in turn I was met with only a sea of shaking heads. We represented the world! How then? How could no one in this room be a match?

                “Please, if you are speak up. I…I’ll find a way to repay you.”

                Silence. It was as if I could feel the cold hand of Death closing in on me surely as quickly as it moved to claim my lover in the city hospital. Gradually now the adrenaline from seconds before ceased pumping through my veins and I found myself sinking to kneel on the floor utterly exhausted. Couldn’t anyone help me? Anyone at all?

                Somewhere off to the side I heard one of the delegates clear her throat softly, and although I looked up hopeful my heart sank to see my colleagues part for my younger sister Natalia enabling her to approach and stand before me with a tiny, knowing smile.

                “I am AB negative, brother. What is it worth to you?”

                “Anything,” I rasped though I could barely stand to look up at her increasingly smug expression. “Please, there isn’t much time…”

                “Then I will go with you, Ivan. Once you agree to my terms, of course.”

                From the blue and white sash of her dress my little sister produced a pen and paper then held them out to me so I could read the lofty text and come to terms with her demands. It only took a moment to skim the document quickly but the contents had me unable to speak or even breathe normally. Only my trembling fingers obeyed my silently screaming brain when reaching for the pen in her delicate grip and shakily signing my name to the bottom of her marriage contract.

‘Forgive me, Alfred,’ I silently lamented. ‘I only did it for you.’

I wasn’t really anticipating that Natalia would throw her arms around my neck and literally jump into my lap where I sat on the floor of the conference room, nor was I expecting her to steal the very breath in my lungs with a crushing, dominating kiss forced upon my lips. After a moment of shocked silence she released me with a grin and pulled me to my feet with a deceptively powerful tug, dragging me down the hallway before I regained my senses and jerked her to a stop.

“Brother, we’re married now. We should go to the hotel and celebrate!”

“Alfred needs a blood transfusion.”

Her joy evaporated in an instant but the annoyed expression on her face wasn’t enough to sway me and after a minute or two of glaring at each other it was my resolve that won out and my Belarusian sister cursed all the way down the elevator to the taxi stand outside. I could only pray that we were not too late to save both my lover’s body and mind but it would be hours more before he woke and the doctor could assess his state.

True to her word, Natalia allowed the nurse to draw her blood and transfuse it into my pale lover’s arm while I remained vigilantly by his side through the entire procedure. Although Alfred neither woke nor stirred I found myself hopeful for his recovery as his sallow flesh turned steadily pinker and more healthy in hue. Nothing else mattered but him and even though my sister whined and tugged at my elbow I refused to leave the unconscious American’s side until his test results were back from the attending physician.

After nearly three hours in wait my hopes rose when the door to his room opened but it was just a nurse come to change his IV. I would have asked her if any information was available yet but Natalia loudly spoke up before I had the chance.

“Look, is there anything else we can do here?”

The young woman seemed a bit taken aback by my new wife’s forceful question but after a moment’s pause she just plastered a weak smile on her lips and shook her head.

“I’m sorry. The doctor says we’ve done everything we can. It’s up to him now.”

“See? Let’s go, Ivan. There’s nothing more for us to do.”

I glared at her and gripped the arms of my chair to make it harder for her to tug me away.

“I am waiting for the test results.”

“It’s our wedding night!”

“I’m not stopping you from going out and drinking or getting fucked. Do what you please, sister.”

                I could hear her teeth gritting together loudly but although we were both stubborn and unwilling to compromise I was considerably larger than she and I refused to let her drag me away when I did not yet know the extent of Alfred’s injuries. Should he pass away in the night without me there by his side I would never be able to forgive myself, but Natalia seemed completely unconcerned.

                “Ivan,” she growled low, “if you are not in me by nightfall I am taking my blood back. End of story.”

                Before I could throttle her the door swung open yet again, this time admitting the doctor on call who was tending to my unconscious lover ever since the transfusion was completed. Both my sister and I fell silent, though I suspected she only wished to hear an update on Alfred so we could leave. My own concern was more genuine, and after a moment of reading Alfred’s charts the man offered me a small nod and smiled.

                “The transfusion went well. It appears that Mr. Jones will live although his body had gone through considerable trauma in the last forty-eight hours. He has slipped into a coma but it will give his body a chance to heal at least. We don’t currently know how long it will be before he regains consciousness and until then we won’t be able to test whether there was any permanent brain damage, unfortunately. It would best for you to go home tonight. Get some rest, Mr. Braginski.”

                “I agree.” Natalia urged, standing expectantly in front of me and when I refused to stand she crossed both arms over her chest and glowered down at me while she spoke. “Aren’t visiting hours over, doctor?”

                “Technically, yes, but because of Ms. Alfroskaya’s blood donation we made an exception for you both. She should probably get some rest as well though.”

                “Yes, I’ve never been so exhausted. Let’s go, Ivan.”

                I hated her for making me leave, but she had kept her part of our bargain and begrudgingly I left the hospital after the nurse assured me that I would receive a phone call the moment Alfred’s current state changed for better or worse. The taxi ride to our hotel was considerably less dramatic this time around but after slipping into my room and taking a much-needed shower I was dismayed upon existing the bathroom to discover that my sister had somehow broken in and was sitting on my bed wearing nothing but a plush bathrobe.

                “Get out.”

                “Like it or not, we’re married now, Ivan. You have certain responsibilities to me.”

“Just because I’m your husband now doesn’t mean I have to sleep with you.”

“Actually it does.” Without missing a beat she pulled the marriage contract bearing my signature from her pocket and pointed to one portion of tiny text that I had neglected to actually read in my desperation for a blood donor to save Alfred’s life. “Paragraph nine, section B. ‘The undersigned agrees to engage in sexual intercourse frequently and willingly with the former Ms. Natalia Alfroskaya on any and all occasions that she so chooses.’”

I growled low at her and snatched the paper from her hand to read the remaining text but my hostile response hardly seemed to faze her and she waited patiently for me to read that which I had agreed to unwittingly. It was all there in black and white and although my brain whirled trying to find a means of escaping this particular clause my sister just hummed softly to herself while stripping her robe and undergarments off before folding each article carefully in turn and standing to set them on my dresser. She was unfortunately thorough in the legality behind her contract and even after reading and re-reading the document I was left gritting my teeth audibly and glaring at her.

“I’m keeping my clothes on.”

She shrugged but a tiny smirk tainted her words and I was left feeling uneasy as she regarded me in the nude.

“Whatever you prefer, brother. I think I will rather enjoy this regardless of what you choose to wear.”

I could see her fingers dancing teasingly across my dresser, skimming over polished wood before finally coming to rest on the box that contained the glass phalluses given me many months prior by Ludwig. Where in the world had she found it? Alfred had been lamenting days earlier that they had gone missing unexpectedly even though I was meticulous in keeping my possessions neat and in their proper place. I had looked everywhere for them and unless she had broken into my room days earlier and stolen them then I didn’t see how…

My pulse quickened and for a moment I swore I could see nothing but red.

“I won’t hurt you, brother,” she licked her lips but I could clearly detect a glint of sexual malice in her eyes as she picked up the box and placed it on my bedside table, crawling beneath the sheets and beckoning me to join her on the bed. “You are under contract, Ivan. My husband should not make me wait on our wedding night after I’ve kept my part of our bargain.”

Part of me hoped that my body would remain unaroused and my cock far too flaccid to fuck her as she wished, but there was certainly an element of dread in this situation to consider as well since she now possessed the means of penetrating me should I be unable to perform the same on her. Either way, Natalia barely seemed concerned with which path our sex took, grabbing my wrist the moment I was within reach and dragging me to lay prone in the center of my mattress. She didn’t need me to be mounting her in a masculine show of dominance. No, my sister was quite content to straddle my waist now and grin down on me as her fingers drifted to unfasten my belt and zipper.

“I never hated you.”

My words seemed to give her pause at least but Natalia ultimately drew my cock from the confines of my pants anyway and began willing it to hardness with her delicate but determined fingers.

“And now? How do you feel about me, brother?”

“I appreciate what you did for Alfred. If this is the price I have to pay…”

My voice trailed off but even if it hadn’t my Belarusian sister lowered her head to seal our lips together in a slow kiss that I permitted this time. Loathe though I was to admit it, I was still very much indebted to her for saving Alfred’s life and even when I felt the warm folds of her pussy press atop my naked cock I did not pull away from her. Even with my shaft only standing at half-attention Natalia managed to press it inside her cunt with minimal effort.

Ultimately, my body betrayed me given the stimulation of her velvety insides and my cock twitched before achieving full hardness once buried to the root in her slender frame. I was a man, and certain things were difficult to avoid no matter how much I wished to not find any pleasure at all in our sex. There was never any need to thrust upwards into her body with my sister’s hips now starting a steady pattern of bobbing and rolling atop my crotch, but although I tried to grit my teeth and keep my groans in check she could clearly see that my body enjoyed this and that knowledge only gave Natalia reason to smirk and drive her movements faster and harder, clenching on my cock and eventually wringing an unwilling orgasm from me to paint the innermost walls of her pussy with my seed.

Whether she orgasmed or not wasn’t really my concern after having confirmed minutes earlier that her pleasure wasn’t written explicitly into our contract. I was perfectly content leaving Natalia to pleasure herself, but the afterglow of my release was suddenly taken from me when she grabbed the waistband of my pants and boxers, yanking both garments from me with one great tug. There could be no mistaking her intentions when my sister forcibly spread my thighs to kneel between them with something red and glistening in her hand. Alfred and I rather enjoyed the adventurous aspect of our sex life but never before had either of us attempted to use the largest dildo in my set. Seeing it now clasped menacingly in the hand of my new “wife” had me barely able to breathe.

“This was not in our contract.”

“Consider it a special ‘thank you’ for saving your American pet today.”

Even if I had wanted to protest my sister seemed far too consumed with glee to even humor me at this point. Always in the past I would stretch my sweet American carefully with my fingers and a smaller-sized dildo to prepare him for what was to come. Natalia had the sense to lubricate the enormous glass phallus but her decency ended there, pushing my knees upwards towards my chest and nudging the toy against my already protesting rosebud. My nerves screamed in protest, my muscles clamped down instinctively trying to keep something so large out of my body, but Natalia grinned in malicious joy and suddenly shoved the glass toy hard causing three inches of the enormous phallus to tear into my flesh violently.

There was no biting back the grimace of pain welling up in my chest but I did not cry out and my stubborn silence seemed to displease the Belarusian more. Part of me wanted to command my sister to stop or even forcibly push her away from my prone body but my debit to her would be repaid in full this evening regardless of my reservations.

I had the distinct impression that my sister only sought to brutalize me for the sake of wringing an unwilling exclamation of pain from my lips. Her torture was swift but deliberate, slowly forcing inch after agonizing inch of the red phallus into my body. When my flesh protested and refused to grant deeper entry she shoved harder; when my anus finally broke and began bleeding she never paused, only using the resulting blood to further lubricate her brutal entry into my ass until the glass phallus was fully embedded in my body.

“Ivan,” she cooed sweetly while licking a droplet of sweat from my brow, “if you scream I’ll stop, brother. All you have to do is scream for me.”

                The pain coursing through my veins was ten times more agonizing than any wound I had ever sustained in battle, but although I permitted her to violate me ruthlessly I grit my teeth and glared at her in silence as Natalia reamed my ass repeatedly. Just because I owed her a favor didn’t mean I would give into her demands and prostrate myself for her sake.

                “Scream for me, brother.”

                Silence.

                “Ivaaan…”

                I wanted to curse her but even breathing was an all-consuming task at the moment. I could feel the sheets warm and wet with my own blood pooling beneath my ass but even though I wished and prayed that my ordeal would end I simply refused to scream for my sister. If anyone should ever wring a scream from me during sex it would be my beautiful American lover, not her.

                As the minutes ticked by my resolve remained firm somehow, but I was slowly growing aware that my eyes were having difficulty focusing and my thoughts were becoming hazy at times. It was almost like I was there beneath Natalia on the bed but my mind was drifting and unable to concentrate on the woman stubbornly trying to wring a scream from my lips by reaming my ass continuously with the large phallus.

                “Are you falling asleep, Ivan? How dare you! Wake up and scream for me, damn it!”

                It was almost like I could hear her cursing and calling for me down the expanse of a long tunnel moments before my mind tumbled into darkness and all else ceased to exist around me.

                When I finally came to it was like emerging from a dense fog. Blinking seemed to help disperse the cloudy sensation in my head but there was an irritating beep somewhere off to my side that I couldn’t quite place. When had my bed turned so wretchedly hard and shrunk in size? It was all so hazy but somewhere to the side my palm was being laved in warm licks and after a grimace of annoyance I realized that it was Alfred’s old husky licking my hand between whimpers for me to awaken.

                I was tired but at least I had come to the realization that I was lying prone in a hospital bed, the gown on my tall frame being far too small while the medications in my veins were not nearly strong enough to dull the aching pain of badly torn flesh. My only solace was that my sister seemed to have left me to my own devices after violating me mercilessly until I passed out. Whether I screamed or not I was still uncertain but I had no recollection of it at least.

                Sighing, I gently patted Ivan’s head, stroking his ears fondly but whimpers to my left drew my attention away from the dog seated faithfully at my bedside and instead noted that little Luna and Sol appeared to be curled up at the foot of my new roommate’s bed while he slept. Tired as I was, I didn’t wish for my pets to become someone else’s burden, but after forcing myself to stand and take only a few steps I froze to see that my roommate was none other than a comatose Alfred Jones.

“Alfred…” I grimaced but forced my aching body to walk to his bedside and take his hand into mine. “Alfred, are you alright?”

He was unresponsive but at least my lover was alive and that provided me with a reason to ignore the pain in my lower half and slowly sink to the cool tile floor to wait by his bedside for my handsome American to awaken. Nothing else mattered, not the steady beep of Alfred’s heart monitor nor the blood now trickling down the backs of my thighs from the internal injuries that I had ruptured again by walking too soon and sitting on the floor with his hand in mine. I was where I wanted to be right now.

~ * ~ To Be Continued ~ * ~
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